this is how it really is.
by David X. Hugo
the city is red-eyed and watching me
thinkthinkthinkeyesclosed about
clicking puzzle pieces paradisiacally
in my cassus infinitio, i smile,
widen my eyes, and see the absolute chaos.
the city is red-eyed and watching me
thinkthinkthinkeyesclosed about
clicking puzzle pieces paradisiacally
in my cassus infinitio, i smile,
widen my eyes, and see the absolute chaos.
The chug chug of the one one
Two
Tram
Gets me gets me
Going.
Gets me
Out and about
Gets me
Knowing
How much fun can be had
With $3.60
And an
Eye for the
Thrifty.
after sitting
for hours on end,
drinking,
hoping,
wanting to feel,
hoping to forget,
and finally,
with a little scotch ice,
the chill sets in,
and i’m good to go.
because mine’s not,
and at least one of us
needs to think good
and to be able to
open their eyes,
despite the harsh fluorescence,
and the bright computer screens,
and the dull pain
just behind the right eye
and the feeling that all i want to do
is close the door
and lay down on the cool,
rough office carpet
and sleep
but for now i’ll settle
to rest my eyes
as i type,
hoping that no bosses walk by.
I was checking the tags in the back of my shirts
when I realized, you know,
once upon a time we were just a bunch
of dumb punk kids.
But time hasn’t once upon’d in a minute,
and we havn’t been kids
since at least back when,
so what’s our excuse this time around?
